Summary:

"He does that every time, doesn't he?" Sasha asked, not taking his eyes off Shane. "Before you fuck him. He folds his clothes. Neat little piles. Like he's preparing for something important."
"Like he actually thinks he’ll be able to fucking go anywhere when I’m done with him," Ilya breathed.
"Well," Sasha said, stepping close again, his hand finding Shane's waist and pulled him against his front. Shane could feel the hard line of his cock pressed against him as Sasha hooked his chin over Shane’s shoulder to stare down Ilya. He groped Shane’s pec and leered, "Ilyusha, we will see if you do anything tonight won’t we?”

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35 year old Ilya Rozanov gets to live out 19 year old Ilya Rozanov's wet dream.